HALO 4
I am a torn man, Do I want to scream at M$ and throw various volatile objects at them, or do I want to hold them in a grateful embrace.
ARRGH!
Plus I have to work while this announcement is happening.
And monarchs tremble in their capitals. The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.